My wife is Icelandic and this week it snowed a lot here in Copenhagen. Since the bad weather my wife has been complaining a lot about being cold and I tell her – but you’re Icelandic! Of course I am just being playful but seriously, I thought you vikings were made of tougher stuff!
The Great Dane
Dear Great Dane,
Well you can tell your wife that this is fact-based science, clearly her nationality makes her impervious to temperature.
Can you settle something for my friend and I? We were at a café in Reykjavík and this woman came in with her baby (definitely old enough to sit, I don’t know baby ages, not a newborn anyway) and while we were there she breastfed her baby without covering up. Draping something over you is pretty standard in the States, like it’s just courteous. I know Iceland is super liberal or whatever but I really don’t want to have to look at some giant nipple while I’m eating cake. Kinda wigs me out. My friend disagrees. Will you settle it for us?
Hey On Fleek (what does this mean?)
Man I feel really bad for that baby, there it is, innocently attempting to enjoy its lunch at this nice café and it has to be subjected to the sight of you, shovelling that slice of Black Forest Gateau down your giant fucking pie-hole, chocolate crumbs littering your sticky cheeks like a gremlin eating after midnight.
In the future you should consider covering up your face while you eat, no baby should have to see that, it’s only courteous and frankly, it kind of wigs them out.
I moved here last winter and I love it, but my god the vegetable selection in the supermarkets is depressing, once I couldn’t find carrots, carrots! What’s the deal with that?